Hello God. It's me, Mara

You know, Lord, rifling through an old stack of saved papers; it’s amazing what one might find! It’s Valentine’s Day, how about a “poem” called “ONLY LOVE,” written long ago by Ann Thompson Jester:

“Only love will last. An old home place disintegrates when years have robbed it of its laughter, Joy and tears, yet from its memoried ruins, LOVE will rise to live and shine again in someone’s eyes.

“The year at spring is beautiful and young; before it’s gone a million songs are sung by silver-throated birds. Inconsequential is the lack of words.

“For their melodies the poet sings, and love, the sou...